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TIB  lUYUUm  HOOD  BY!. 

AIR— "The  White  Rose." 

Adieu!  Adieu!  dear  Maryland, 

I  arm  at  honor's  call, 
For  freedom's  sacred  cause  to  stand, 

To  conquer  or  to  fall. 
I  leave  in  sadness  thy  loved  shore, 

For  hardships  fierce  and  dire, 
But  Abe's  oppressing  hordes  now  pour 

To  make  Virginia  tire. 

Still  loud  for  help  the  South  hath  cried, 

Still  recreant  kept  I  back, 
My  friends  by  hundreds  for  me  died, 

Ere  I  too  took  the  track. 
But  now  I've  started,  off  I  go, 

Determined  all  to  win, 
To  carve  a  tomb-sto:ie  from  the  foe, 

Before  1  shall  give  in, 

I  leave  my  friends,  my  home  and  all, 

My  fate  to  boldly  try, 
My  blood  for  vengeance  loud  shall  call, 

If  by  the  North  I  die. 
Enough  of  sadness  soon  I'll  hear, 

^he  battle's  ringing  shout, 
Jiessians  then  I'll  leave  all  fear, 

My  sword  must  flashing  out. 

4  here  charging  squadrons  furious  meet, 
And  sword  is  clashed  with  sword, 
I'll  death  or  giVory  gladly  greet, 
As  I  cleave  the  invading  horde. 


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